Bianca has a recurring dream of dying in a field of flowers.
graphite, ink, acrylic, fabric collage, acrylic polymer on arches
8” x 11”
2005

For some sleep is a time for stress free slumber. A time to let the body and mind rest from the worries of the day. For others, like Bianca, sleep is a knowing trip to a familiar destination filled with the same repeating plot, her death. For Bianca each time she rests her head on her lonely pillow she knows where she will go. Her mind is not acquainted with solace in sleep.